Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 493 Leaving
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"really not bad."

Medici rested his chin on his hand and looked at the banquet on the seashore. The scene of half-giants and humans having fun together made him feel a little nostalgic: "But since you don't want to go, I have no choice but to accompany you here to enjoy the sea breeze."

Looking at the lively scene below, the Red Angel also had an urge to sigh. He remembered his own "Red of War" - not the current one, but the past one.

It’s not that Medici doesn’t value his current team, but time is gone forever. He lives and dies with the legion that once truly shared his thoughts and the subordinates who held high the sacred flag with him. He can hear the voice of every person, and also hear their wails and roars when they were all annihilated after his death.

Some people always have a misunderstanding, that is, the God of War must always be victorious, but Medici remembered how many times he had to retreat after fighting to the death with powerful enemies. At the beginning, he regarded the soldiers as tools, urging them to die for victory. After that, he began to treat them as comrades and companions, cherishing their reputation and no longer using them recklessly for victory. Later, he learned to command his legions in the most appropriate way, and at the same time being a general who could eat from the same pot and drink with the soldiers, he was also a cold and ruthless god.

The final defeat was undoubtedly the most unforgettable, which also gave the past "Red of War" a special place in Medici's heart.

"You really don't want to go down?"

Medici then said, randomly pointing to two people in the crowd: "They are your parents this time, and the believer who respects your Lord very much, and the others who have not given up their faith in the Lord. I think they will all be very welcome to eat with you and talk to you."

Ouroboros stood beside Medici, looking down at the seashore at the foot of the mountain, silent and silent, like a stone statue.

"You see, I said that Klein is trustworthy and worth helping. The Lord's vision is never wrong. Those people didn't want to convert to him, but he still took them away instead of leaving them to fend for themselves in the East Continent." Medici continued.

"Him?" The Angel of Destiny said softly, "It should be Him."

"He wants to be called him," Medici shrugged.

After a moment of silence, He stood up.

"Alas... Although you said that I have no plans for the future, it seems that your thoughts about the future are not so clear either."

Medici sighed:
"And, Big Snake, since you didn't leave with God, you'll have to wander with me from now on."

"where are we going?"

……

In the afternoon, the four members of the Tarot Club successfully met in the captain's room of the "Future".

“It’s incredible.” Derrick couldn’t contain his excitement from the beginning, and said with a smile, “In the East Continent, it was Mr. World who came to help us. Just as we were about to leave, we ran into Mr. Hanged Man and Ms. Hermit. Thank you Mr. Fool for your guidance. I’m so happy to see you all again. Praise Mr. Fool!”

“Praise Him,” Klein continued.

"Yeah, I thought I would always be a member of the scientific expedition team in Intis..." Cattleya pushed her glasses up and asked a spirit creature to pour steaming hot tea for everyone. She said softly, "Praise the Fool."

Alger nodded and joined the conversation: "I received information from a great being, and then I learned that The World was going to take you out. Just as we were about to set sail, we saw the fleet of The Hermit, and then we realized that our goals were the same. So, I dare to guess that the one who gave me the oracle was the Hidden Sage, the righteous god of Intis, and He might be an ally of The Fool, who is also an ancient god."

As he spoke, he watched Hermann's expression nervously, and would immediately stop talking if his guesses made his face look even slightly worse.

He was also very smart not to mention the construction of the Bayam "Sea God" Parish that he and Danitz had been responsible for during this period of time. He was not in a hurry to take credit for it. When Derrick and the people from the God-Forsaken Land arrived at his place, the "world" would naturally see the efforts of himself and others.

Hearing his guess, Cattleya nodded:
"Yes, I also received the oracle of the Hidden Sage, asking me to come to the private port in the Rorsted Archipelago, where someone will tell me what to do. However, I didn't expect Mr. 'The Hanged Man' to be there."

She and Alger exchanged a glance, then looked at Klein.

"Perhaps the Sage wishes to send the people of the Eastern Continent to us and open up an area for the followers of the Fool in Intis?"

Recalling the fact that Intis is now empty and has a population only as large as that of Trier, Cattleya couldn't help but think, "To be honest, Intis can accommodate not only 20,000 people, but even 200,000 people... However, there are already the Creator and the Mystery Church there. Should we give the church of the foreign god Mr. Fool the right to preach, like Loen did before?"

The flood caused by the God of Thunder brought terrible damage and irreparable losses to this country. Although Intis has relaxed its immigration policy, even if the illegal immigrants who smuggled in are included, the total population of Intis is now... less than three million.

It is only equivalent to the total population of two or three large cities under normal circumstances.

Regardless of whether they were Extraordinary or civilians, all eyewitnesses suffered from related illnesses without exception - the official name of the two major churches is "post-traumatic stress disorder" - they are afraid of the sea and large areas of water. Even fishermen find it difficult to muster the courage to go out to sea. They can only rely on Extraordinary people to maintain the operation of coastal cities until immigrants come to take over these industries.

Although Cattleya knew about the existence of "anchors" and their role in gods through the Tarot Club, she did not know how many people a god needed as "anchors" to maintain normal status.

After all, it seemed that there was always one god occupying a country, with millions of people in a country believing in one god, or evenly divided between two gods. Even the former God of Steam and Machinery obtained the right to preach in Loen through technical cooperation on the premise of having some Intis believers, and the number of believers was also equivalent to half of the country's population.

After the Creator replaced the Eternal Blazing Sun, the Steam Church chose a new ally and stood against the then Lord of Storms. It could no longer stay in Loen. Almost all the Beyonders and Sealed Objects had to be transferred out of Loen within the deadline set by the two major churches of Night and Storm.

They lost their original status.

A small number of churches only need a small number of "Mechanical Heart" members, and most of the Steam Church's Beyonders in Loen will have to migrate to Intis.

This is based on the premise that there are many people who believe in the "God of Steam and Machinery", and some of them are key figures in post-war reconstruction. The "Mother Earth" Church, which has fewer believers, less influence, and even no right to preach, was directly expelled and closed by the church and its priests.

Hearing this, Alger couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

The diocese he and Danitz had opened up could certainly accommodate these 20,000 people, but it was far inferior to a country in terms of resources and comfort. If Derrick and the others went to Intis, what would he do?
Fortunately, just when he was feeling anxious, Hermann spoke.

"This is the kindness of the Hidden Sage, but helping once is enough."

He did not agree to the request of the Demon of Knowledge, and naturally did not dare to accept the other party's help, even if the other party might really just make a casual move.

He looked at Alger and said, "Please find an island in the Rorsted Archipelago that is large enough for them to live on, maintain certain contact, and temporarily not get along with the resistance. As for whether to believe in the 'Sea God' or the 'Fool', or both, it is up to them to decide."

Huh... Alger felt his heart slowly relax again, and he immediately agreed:
"No problem. I have already reserved the location of the habitable island before I set out. There are also small villages on it that the Thunder Church will not pay attention to. They all believe in the 'God of the Sea'."

Hearing him say this, Klein couldn't help but feel curious:
"How many believers does 'Sea God' have now?"

Considering the total population of Silver City and Moon City, Alger took Derrick's thoughts into consideration and slightly reduced the number of people:
"The missionary activities around Bayam were not going well. The Thunder God Church didn't care at first, but later began to investigate other faiths. The main force of the 'Sea God' believers is still the local resistance forces, totaling more than 40,000 people."

"In addition, the inhabitants of the villages on the small islands surrounding the Rorsted Archipelago are basically indigenous people with religious traditions. They are basically willing to secretly believe in the 'Sea God'. There is no specific statistics on the number of people, but it should be less than 10,000." "As for the pirates and sailors who believe in random things at sea, it is impossible to count them."

These 50,000 people believed in "Sea God", not "The Fool". There were only 20,000 people in the East Continent who believed in "The Fool"... Alger felt that the number of believers was a bit shabby, so he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, waiting for the fate of the one favored by God.

Fifty thousand people believe in "Sea God", so many!
It’s a pity that I couldn’t hear the prayers to “Sea God” when I was in the God-forsaken Land, otherwise my mental state might have been better - or it might have been worse, because the image of “Sea God” was completely different from that of “The Fool”, which could easily confuse my cognition, so I had to separate them earlier.

Klein digested the good news and said calmly:

"You did very well."

Before Alger could put on his usual timid smile and say words of gratitude, Klein added fuel to the fire in a low voice:

"In the future, Mr. Fool will give the title of Poseidon to his subordinates."

"It's an item that corresponds to 'Sea God'. That scepter corresponds to Sequence 3 of the 'Sailor' pathway, and is on the same level as 'Sea King' Yan Kottman... It's sleeping in the underground sealed room of the City of Silver. I can retrieve it at any time."

With Alger's brain, what he said was enough, even a little too much.

After saying this, Klein sat up straight again and gave Alger a meaningful look.

After a brief moment of shock, Alger’s heartbeat suddenly quickened. He nodded vigorously, and for once in a while, he seemed to be a little disappointed. “Thank you…thank you Mr. Fool for your affirmation. Thank you, too, World. I will definitely work harder and treat the construction of the Church of Poseidon as my life’s work!”

Klein smiled and said, "The people of Silver City and Moon City have inherited ancient traditions and sacrificial methods. They have a complete set of plans. In this regard, the current Church of the Sea God and the future Church of the Fool will have to trouble you."

"No problem!" Alger's voice was a little hoarse.

He simply couldn't wait to set sail back to Bayam!

……

On the beach.

"Friend, are these seeds all your work?"

Frank, who was packing up to board the ship, suddenly heard a voice. He turned around and saw a tall man approaching. Although the man looked unfamiliar, the half-giants on the beach were all survivors of the God-forsaken Land. Frank turned around and showed him the seeds, proudly repeating the introduction he had said many times:
"Yes! These are..."

The stranger's action interrupted Frank's introduction. He walked forward on his own, casually grabbed a few pockets behind Frank, and muttered to himself in a very familiar manner:
"This is the product of hybridizing vines and pork. The genes of the leaves were inserted into pork, so pork chops can be grown directly. This is... wheat hybridized with dairy cows. The wheat ears are directly filled with milk. It seems that you have improved many steps. This is... cabbage with goose flavor? It's the same principle as the apple chicken. Although there is no innovation, it is very good to improve the original technology to this level."

Frank blinked and scratched his head.

He felt that something was wrong with the scene before him, but he couldn't put it into words: "Uh, thank you...?"

As he spoke, the stranger had already looked through all the seeds and fruits in a dozen pockets, then raised his head with a smile.

"Hey, you also made a potion for rapid plant growth? ... Although it's not pure fertilizer and potion as written in your plan, it can divide a blessing of 'harvest' into fifteen parts and retain 70% of the original blessing's effect... Not bad, Frank."

"You've made a lot of progress since the beginning, and I admire your efforts."

Frank looked at the stranger's face and suddenly shouted:

"you!"

"It's you! You are..."

"Hush." ​​The stranger's expression became serious. "Don't say it. I just want to check the results of your experiment."

"Yes, yes." Frank was excited. "I thought you were still in Intis. You have too many students. My experiment is gradually getting on track, and it is difficult to get your answer. I handed over the puppet technology to you and received your praise."

Stranger - The Lord of Withering blinked, realizing that he was mistaken for the Demon of Knowledge, but he did not intend to clarify - "I am very busy, but I have not forgotten you, my outstanding student. After all, there are not many people who have made such achievements in biology."

Frank was flattered by the praise and kept scratching his head and grinning.

“They honor you as Harvest, which is the highest form of praise for a cultivator,” He said.

"By the way, Frank, my purpose is not only to inspect your results. I will also take your ship to the outside world and make sure that all the survivors are safe before leaving. During this time, you must remember not to reveal my identity."

"Yes!" Frank nodded vigorously, "Yes!!"

After he finished speaking, Cattleya's horn sounded, telling everyone that it was time to leave.

The two thousand selected people gathered at the front, said goodbye to their families and friends, lined up, and boarded the ships along the dock. They were then dispersed to the flagships of "Poseidon", "Future" and other fleets.

Frank was distracted and found that the incarnation of the god in front of him had disappeared long ago.

In the distance, the Lord of Withering, who had changed into another container, had seamlessly blended into the boarding team and entered the cabin while chatting and laughing with the people.

After getting on the boat, people dispersed and found places to sit down. He also quickly said goodbye to the people around him.

A person who had just talked with Him said:
"You people in Moon City are really well-informed. I'm so envious."

The person being asked wondered:
"Isn't that someone from your Silver City?"

TBC
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Demon of Knowledge: My spiritual intuition seems to be triggered.

Lao Ai: (had already turned off the shared live broadcast) Oh.